Wherein I ramble on about stuff with respect to smartness and junk.

I'm not feeling particularly charitable towards the disadvantaged these days. Not poor or handicapped or minorities. We're good. Me and poor, handicapped minorities. I mean ignorant people. People that parrot talk radio, people that speed on my 25 mph street, people that pick up something from the produce department that they later decide against buying and leave it on the shelf in the bakery. Lazy people. Inconsiderate people. I'm not forgiving and I swear at them. I shake my virtual fist at them. If I had their audience, I would say, "You. You're fired. Pick up your things and go elsewhere and don't bother asking for a reference."

Mostly because of the election. I just can't abide by the uninformed lazy voter. Sure, disagree with me, but don't rely on the hackneyed lies and innuendo you read on your mechanic's blog.

Last night Jim and I were discussing stupidity (i.e. ignorant, uninformed, carelessness). I said, "What if you were wrongly accused of some kind of complicated crime. Bank fraud or patent infringement on a registered process, and you had to pick 12 peers that would judge you based on technical and complicated evidence. And also you were a racial minority. Or poor, or super rich, but still innocent. Where do you wish you were? What pool of people would you feel most comfortable judging your innocence or guilt in the face of mind-boggling evidence? We decided New York. Both of us. So I guess I'm saying stupidity, as defined earlier, tends to be a result of a sheltered existence, where you get your news from the radio or from your uncle the tire shop owner. To be smart, you need to have experienced... stuff. Right. Stuff, you know?